The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

After following for about one street, Miss Watson gave up the action.

The silver Mercedes-Benz drove through the alley and onto the highway without stopping, but she was not sure whether Adam Davidson was in the car, and approaching rashly would definitely alert the enemy - which time traveler would have no ulterior motives? Thinking of this, and considering that she had a cat in her hand, Miss Watson simply stopped.

Anyway, the big star Adam Davidson is very famous, so it shouldn't be difficult to find him later. However, if he is really a time traveler and intends to pursue the entertainment route in this world, then he is likely to recognize the songs copied by Ms. Drew - pursuing the entertainment route in the American comic world sounds a bit funny, how can you protect yourself without some supernatural powers?

Anyway, at least everything is calm for now.

Maybe the new singer Jessica Drew is not famous enough, and her works have not reached Adam Davidson's ears. Anyway, I have to find a way to meet him without alerting him, and pay special attention to hiding the time traveler's habits... For example, don't read idioms, don't be crazy, and don't boo boo boo boo to kittens.

I'm talking about you!

Snapped!

Miss Watson slapped herself.

"Meow?"

The little black cat Wowo made a puzzled sound in the cage, but Miss Watson ignored it and soon figured it out. Even if Adam Davidson really found out that Jessica had copied the song, so what? Didn't he also copy the script of the 007 series of movies? No one should laugh at each other.

Can you travel back in time and pull the original author over to prove it?

Thinking of this, Miss Watson realized another problem: What if her speculation about Adam Davidson is true, then are there more time travelers in this world?

Does Master Ancient One know about this?

......

December 1998, 12, Christmas Eve.

3309 King's Tavern Apartment, King's Road, Hammerforge, London

"It looks like it's recovering well?" Nisha noticed the little black cat Wowo fiddling with the rope-hanging pompom on the cat climbing frame, and continued to half-lying on the sofa, taking a sip of blood from the goblet. The people around her didn't respond, and she felt a little disappointed, so she stretched out her finger to attack, causing a hoarse throat sound: "... Stop it!"

The vampire princess chuckled and stretched out her long scarlet tongue to lick Michelle's neck. The cold touch made Miss Butterfly Knife tremble again, but she still pursed her lips and said nothing. Nisha was very satisfied with her reaction, but she didn't intend to let this little wild cat go, and continued to play tricks on her. Michelle finally couldn't help but elbow her!

Elbow!

Nisha didn't give up and came up to him again with a wicked smile like a female hooligan.

This time Michela just rolled her eyes and didn't resist. But the little black cat Wowo noticed the movement here and grumbled with worry. But because of the cold creature on the sofa that exuded a terrible smell, it was very cautious and didn't choose to get close.

"You've changed a lot, and your blood tastes different too." Nisha moved over Michelle's face and gently stroked the scars with her fingertips: "Think about when we first met, you always wanted to kill me, and all I tasted from you was hatred. It's different now... Don't deny it, my dear little wildcat, your blood betrays your emotions."

"Yes, you won. Are you happy?"

Michelle rolled her eyes again, broke free from Nisha's arms, picked up the remote control on the carpet and turned on the TV. As the screen powered on, the bright light dispelled the darkness in the living room, revealing the messy clothes and photos on the coffee table and carpet.

"So..." The vampire princess picked up a photo. It showed the princess in military uniform playing games with some elementary school students in the memorial hall. The photographer was naturally Michela. "You guys really enjoyed your trip to Heidelberg. I guess you enjoyed it very much. I didn't realize you had some talent as a photographer."

"Of course, why don't I take some photos for you tonight?"

"You like it."

Miss Butterfly Knife felt annoyed after failing to provoke her, especially when she saw some of the photos. She was mostly to blame for the situation. She was forbidden to drink alcohol in Heidelberg for so many days, and when she returned to London, she couldn't wait to drink half a bottle while Jessica was out.

Then I got drunk and showed Nisha my trip to Heidelberg, and then showed her the photos I had just developed. At first, they were just normal travel photos, but as I looked at them, I was provoked by this bad woman. I thought to myself, since you have taken photos yourself, let's not laugh at each other, and took out another stack of photos from my bag...

I didn't laugh much...

It's just...it's too late to say anything anyway.

Michelle exhaled a breath of alcohol, picked up the remaining two sips of whiskey and drank them all, then used the remote control to change the channel. The TV screen changed and a lively party scene appeared. Ms. Drew had already announced to them that they would be performing on stage later.

The song and dance show ended quickly. The male host, with a warm smile on his face, told a few jokes in front of the camera, and then loudly announced the next show: "Ladies and gentlemen! Let us welcome - Jessica Drew!!!"

A spotlight shines in the darkness.

As the guitar strings were plucked, a figure appeared in the center of the stage.

Jessica Drew wore a classic red Christmas dress and even a Santa hat. She sat on a high stool and played guitar, her long legs in stockings crossed and wearing a pair of matching red sequined high heels.

This is not the point.

The key point is that the skirt is quite short, and because of the posture, almost two-thirds of the thighs are exposed in the camera, and the deeper part is shrouded by light shadows. The angle is just right, coupled with the pair of black stockings, it is simply the perfect advertisement.

Ms. Drew's height is over 180cm, which naturally gives her legs an advantage that is difficult to surpass. And unlike those professional models who are generally tall and thin, her legs are slender and voluptuous, perfectly reflecting the healthiest and most attractive state of a tall woman in the public's aesthetic.

“No matter how much money you got…or the friends you got, You’re gonna need somebody to stand by you.”

After just a few glances, the prelude ended and Jessica began to sing: "When the night has fallen, And the land is dark..."

Fake snow fell from above her head.

"It looks like we'll have a bunch of new rivals after tonight." Nisha sipped a mouthful of blood and nudged Michelle with her elbow: "We should have persuaded her to take on that stockings endorsement ad, right?"

"...Call her later and ask her to bring the clothes back."

Michelle stared at the screen without blinking, reaching out and groping for another bottle of wine.

"good idea."

No one spoke in the dim living room. The little black cat Wowo, who had been attracted by the TV at first, began to feel sleepy and ran to the bedroom and got into bed. Michelle used the remote control to turn up the volume, and Jessica's gentle singing filled her ears: "So darlin', darlin' stand by me!

Oh~~Stand——Stand~by me..."

Miss Butterfly Knife became more and more sleepy the more she listened, so she simply threw the blanket over herself and closed her eyes.

It’s not that my girlfriend’s singing is bad, it’s mainly because she has consumed a lot of physical energy tonight, not to mention that someone drew at least 300ml of her blood.

I was pushed while I was dazed.

"Wake up, she's dancing!"

"......What?" Michelle opened her eyes and found that Jessica was still on the screen, but there were many more singers and actors around her. They sang together the 1984 classic "Last Christmas" by Wham!. Jessica didn't face the microphone at all, but pulled a dancer and started spinning in circles on the left side of the stage.

Stockings, long legs, flying skirts, should be beautiful, for example, Nisha beside her is full of appreciation. But only Michelle can recognize that Ms. Drew's dance steps are very familiar. Last time, Miss Watson held hands with the elementary school students at the memorial hall and spun in circles.

"Hahahahahaha——!"

Without warning, Michelle burst into laughter.

"...What are you laughing at?" Nisha was puzzled. When Miss Butterfly Knife finished telling her the reason, there was one more person laughing in the room. In the bedroom a few meters away, the little black cat Wowo poked his head out in confusion, but when he saw that there was no danger, he had to bury his head in the quilt.

It actually wanted to go out and be quiet, but it was raining outside the window.

Even on Christmas Eve, the weather in London did not give Santa Claus any face. The damp and cold air plus rain was the most annoying combination.

Jessica has an important task tonight.

Visit the Ancient One.

After the performance, she declined the invitation of Frey and his gang to celebrate, and left the party alone in disguise. In a remote corner, she changed into Miss Watson, changed into Howard's special combat uniform, and let the levitation cloak take her directly to the London Temple.

Ten minutes later, Miss Watson stepped into Kamar-Taj.

After greeting Master Hamil and a few others, she walked through the corridor and saw Master Ancient One pouring tea alone in the reception room through the window pane from afar.

"Ha, lo~~~~"

Miss Watson was clinging to the door frame, with half of her head sticking out.

"How come you have time to come here today?" Master Gu Yi still had that faint smile on his face. He didn't even raise his head, concentrating on fiddling with the tea set.

"Visiting the lonely elderly!" Miss Watson quickly finished the six words and immediately retracted her head, but her fingers were still hanging on the door frame, like a naughty child who was repeatedly testing the edge of being beaten. After about ten seconds, seeing that there was no movement in the room, she carefully poked her face out again and put on a stupid smile: "Hey~~~ Why aren't you angry?"

"I don't really have a partner."

Master Gu Yi poured her a cup of tea and said, "Since you are here, please sit down."

"Ah? Wouldn't it be lonely without a partner?" Miss Watson drank her tea, moved closer to sit next to the woman, and said in a flattering manner: "Then can I hug you?"

"unnecessary."

"Then you hug me?"

The smile on the woman's face disappeared.